Dash knew Danny loved the ring, as well as the date. He was so happy that he finally got the courage to ask him out. After they sat under the stars for a while, they made their way home. That's right, Danny now calls Dash's place "home." In his mind, the definition of home is being somewhere you are always loved and never judged. And while he feels that his actual home fits that description, he always feels at peace with Dash. Something he grew used to pretty quickly. The most comfortable spot possible—being curled up next to his favorite quarterback like a kitten—is where Danny was sleeping peacefully… dreaming of him and his boyfriend.

Every single day, for the past four years, the same thing happened. He would wake up, get to school, and the second he got there, he'd be shoved against the lockers by a notorious bully. It was the same song and dance for Danny. However, this is his senior year, they were dating… and this never happened after school. Like, at all. But guess what?

It's happening now.

"My god. For all the times I've been in this position with him, right now is the first time that I truly love it." Danny thought to himself as he was currently back first against the lockers, face to face with the one person he couldn't stand before, but now… was completely in love with.

Dash Baxter.

Granted, for all the hell that he put him through in the past, Danny had developed a soft spot for Dash. Why? Because…

That's his boyfriend of ten months now.

"Damn. We're so close right now, and I wonder what he's gonna do."

"I've been stressed all day..." Dash grunted, his eyes piercing a hole in Danny's head.

Danny smiled at Dash and lowered his eyes, just the way Dash likes them: the siren eyes. "Hi, Dashi." He answered sultrily, both slurring the end of his name and tempting the boy in front of him. "What's going on?"

"Semester final's tomorrow." Dash replied in a slightly nervous tone, but his eyes never left Danny's. He knew what look he was getting, and in turn, knew he was stuck in a trance. "And you're the only one smart enough to not be taking it so I need help."

No one was around in Casper High School. It was after school, the week before graduation, and no one really stayed unless they were on a sports team. As for Tucker and Sam… after everything that went down over the summer, Danny knew it was best to stay away from them both for an extended time period until he felt like he was ready for them again.

"Put me down first, Dashi…" Danny smirked. He knew Dash liked it when he acted like this. "Or don't."

(They've been dating for almost a year, did you really think they weren't gonna act like this together?)

"Make me, baby boy. I know you like it when I hold you like this." Dash responded with a smirk on his face. Whenever Danny called him "Dashi," it made him go insane. It excited him to be called that. Same with Danny being called "baby boy."

Danny analyzed the situation that he and Dash were in. Empty hallways? No one in the building? Perfect timing.

"Oh, I'll make you all right." He hummed as he locked his body against Dash's as if he was a koala clinging to a tree. "You know what's coming next, don't you?"

Dash was grinning from ear to ear. "Not scared of getting caught? Someone's feisty today… I like that."

"Dashi, we're all alone. Not to mention you teased me earlier." Danny pouted playfully.

"In my defense, I was turned on just by looking at you. You're…" Dash felt his face heat up like it did when he first got this close to his favorite ghost boy. "You're really cute."

"I am?" Danny blushed, slowly starting to smile.

"Yeah."

"Good. Now, shut up and kiss me." Danny couldn't wait any longer. He crashed his lips against Dash's in a heated kiss. It was the first time they've been together ALONE all week because they've been busy studying for finals, and of course, the two couldn't resist each other's touch for long. It honestly felt so wrong to both of them do this here, in SCHOOL of all places, but it feels so good. Yes, they were together all summer, but there was something special about being together in school. The reason?

They no longer had to hide it.

For that moment, both Dash and Danny were in their own world: with each other. Nothing mattered to them but being with each other. All they wanted was to be together, and nothing could get in their way. After an hour of making out, they broke the session and stared into each other's eyes.

"I love you, Dan-Dan." Dash smiled.

"I love you more, Dashi." Danny replied, brushing some of his hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ear.

Danny smiled in his sleep. He turned over quietly and immediately felt a warm presence in front of him. Slightly opening his eyes, he saw that beautiful face he had grown used to waking up to. The sun was starting to rise (a common theme, ISN'T IT?) and Danny noticed something weird about his boyfriend. Though he was half-sleep/half-awake, he noticed something about him as he slept. He was smiling.

"I wonder why he always smiles while he's sleeping?" Danny questioned silently. "Maybe it's because of me. I could've healed him from the past..."

Just as Danny was about to shut his eyes again, those baby blue eyes he recognized so quickly began to appear. "Those damn blue eyes," he thought. Up until their first time together, the ghost boy thought he was completely insane for even allowing himself to trust someone like Dash with anything remotely close to him. Whether that was his "friends," his body, or even his love. However, as time passed and Danny saw who Dash really was behind the mask of a notorious meathead jock that tortured him for years, he let go of his doubts and trusted the process. Which brings him to now, the present. The eyes of Dash Baxter were now open, looking directly into the siren-like eyes of Danny Fenton. Danny silently cursed himself for even looking back at those eyes that were innocently dangerous at times because they once often drew him into a false sense of security. In one thought, he described himself and Dash accurately: the Hunter and his Prey.

"Morning, love." He whispered.

"H-Hey…" Danny shyly answered. He just kept looking at Dash and couldn't look away even if he wanted to.

"You're so beautiful, baby."

"Thank you…" In reality, he wanted to say: "He's acting like a Hunter, luring me in…" Damn it.

"What do you want to do today? We have the house to ourselves this weekend again, which means it's gonna be just you…" He paused and flashed a smile. "And me."

"You're faced with two choices, Daniel. Either show him what you really want, or tell him what you really… want… FUCK! I only want one thing from this man… and that's for him to wreck me. Wait, am I— am I really into pain? I've fought some of the toughest ghosts imaginable and have hated all the pain that comes with it, but with Dash? I absolutely love it. He can't hurt my feelings like he thinks he can, but when it comes to sex, I almost instantly demand him to be rough after five or so minutes. DAMN."

Dash studied Danny's face as those siren eyes remained, but he knew Danny was thinking. "Your choice, love."

"Hmmm…" Danny started as he began to straddle the quarterback. "Well for starters, I want you to get rid of this shirt." He tugged lightly at the tank top, prompting Dash to instantly pull it off. "Then, I want you to…" His voice got quieter. "Touch me."

Dash smirked as he ran his fingers softly across the chest of Danny, then his waist, and then lastly…

"Nuh uh, baby. You're getting too ahead of yourself, love." Danny hummed as he lightly tapped Dash's hands away from his rear. He continued to play with Dash. "My, someone's excited. Mind if I… take these off?" He felt Dash's morning wood grinding hard against him, and grinned lustfully at the thought of what to do.

"Please do… I'm aching to get some…" Dash groaned in slight desperation. He had a bad feeling that Danny was going to tease him all day.

"You know what, let's play a game we used to love as kids: Cops and Robbers. However, there's a little twist I'm adding. If you can successfully detain me without… getting too aggressive, you are free to be as rough as you want with my punishment."

"Are you saying that I can—"

"Yep, and if you're good enough, I might give you an extra reward…"

Dash was really excited now. Playing Cops and Robbers as a kid was fun, but now that he's older and there are some very heavy stakes here, it felt sinfully right. "And if I don't?"

Danny chuckled. "If you get too aggressive while detaining me… then you, my love, will have to be my servant for the rest of this month. No matter how much you don't want to do it. Plus… no sex for the next month."

"Oh, so he's trying to play mind games here. Well, if he thinks he's gonna win this easily… he's got another thing coming." Dash thought to himself as he smirked at Danny cockily. "That's it? You're on."

Danny, on the inside, was jumping up and down as he had finally managed to get his master plan into action. There was no way Dash could resist being aggressive while detaining him, right? Not a chance. He jumped off of Dash, and the bed in general, and quickly picked up Dash's keys, phone, and wallet, then ran out the room. "Catch me if you can!" He laughed.

"Oh, I'll catch you alright. Just let me change into… this." Dash said to himself as he put on some police shorts he had stored in his closet, along with a police belt and attached some handcuffs to it. He threw on the police vest and the shades and took off after Danny.

Danny had sprinted all the way down to the basement and hid under the stairs. He laughed quietly as he cheered in victory. "He's never gonna look down here. Victory is mine!" He thought. Unfortunately, he was wrong. The stairs creaked and he could see a light looking around.

"Where are you, you little prick?" Dash sang quietly, doing his best to be a cop.

"Shit." Danny whispered as he tiptoed out of his hiding spot, but just when he thought that he was escaping…

CRREEEEEEEEAK……

Dash turned around and instantly cut the flashlight off. "FREEZE!" He shouted. "Hands up, prick."

Danny looked like a deer in headlights. He was so shocked and confused as to how Dash caught him. On the other hand, he wanted to rip the police uniform off of Dash and do him right there. He threw his hands up in defeat.

"Alright, mister." Dash grumbled as he took the "stolen items" from Danny and put his suspect in the handcuffs. "You have the right to remain silent. You're coming… with me."

"Where'd you get this?" He interrogated his suspect in his "office" (his room).

"I-It's not mine! I…"

"I'm telling you now. You're better off being here with me than in the slammer. And they like pretty boys like you." Dash chuckled. "Yep, fresh meat for the big guys…"

Danny was loving this, but he couldn't let that show. "I swear man, it's not mine. I-I was with some friends, they went up to this guy, and…" He started to sweat. "They hit him over the head with a weapon and took his keys, wallet, and phone. Then we all started running."

"Uh huh. So, if that's true… then why the hell are you sitting here alone?"

"I… I, uh…"

Dash got right in Danny's face and smirked. "Listen to me, kid. You want to play this game with me? I will have you sent to prison, and trust me when I say, you're gonna be their prison bitch."

"Fuck. You." Danny spit in Dash's face defiantly.

Dash laughed to himself before pulling the ghost boy up out of his seat. "I got a sentencing for you right now…"

"You've got nothing."

"Get down on your knees."

Danny didn't move. He and Dash were both enjoying this a whole lot. Surprisingly, Dash wasn't remotely as aggressive as he could be. But now, Danny knew his master plan had failed. He couldn't get Dash to be super aggressive as a cop… which meant he was gonna be really rough and aggressive with his punishment.

"Get down on your knees, boy. I don't have all day."

"Make me."

Dash did just that. He lifted his suspect out of the chair and pushed his shoulders down, which forced him onto his knees. Right in front of Dash's crotch. "Now, you have two options: you can do what I tell you when I tell you, and this all goes away. If you don't, I'll make sure your life becomes hell. Got that?"

"Yes…" Danny answered tentatively.

"Good. Now…" Dash pulled his dick out and swung it in Danny's face. "Get to work."

Danny, once again on the inside, was jumping up and down like a five year old at Christmas when Dash pulled it out. That piece of meat belonged to only one person, and that's him. He was reluctant to even get near it while he was in character, though.

"Open."

Danny initially refused, but after a slap from Dash, he did. Dash threw his dick right into Danny's mouth and almost collapsed at how warm it felt.

"Ahhhhhh yeah. Just like that, you slut." Dash groaned, keeping his hand on the back of Danny's head.

Danny felt like he could gag right now, but secretly, he knew like he could deepthroat his boyfriend with no problem. Under normal circumstances, he would. He opened up his throat and allowed the thick meat to go in and out of his mouth.

"Mmmmm, that feels good. Have you done this before, bitch boy?" Dash chuckled, pushing his length further and further into the wet mouth of his suspect.

"Fuck you." Danny replied, though he couldn't say it fully because his mouth was stuffed. "Fuck… you."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you say harder? Okay, you asked for it." Dash kicked his shorts and underwear off, gripped the sides of Danny's head, and immediately began thrusting his hips at a faster speed. He couldn't lie, Danny is a champ for taking this. "Awww yeah, baby…"

Speaking of Danny, he felt his throat open even wider and his mind go blank as Dash face-fucked him relentlessly. He loved it when Dash got rough with him because of how intimate they are together. He also loves it because he knows it comes from a place of love and sensuality, not being aggressive for the hell of it.

Dash stopped and looked through his shades at the half-dressed ghost boy in front of him. "Shit, you're pretty good at this. Almost made me bust down your pretty little throat. Heh, maybe I'll let you go sooner than intended."

Danny attempted to catch his breath after the relentless assault on his mouth. "At least… at least let me out of the… these handcuffs."

Dash grinned. "Say the magic word first."

"No."

Dash slapped him again. "Say it, or I send you to be someone's prison bitch."

"Please…"

"That's my pretty suspect. Wrists." He smiled.

Danny held his wrists out and just when Dash got the handcuffs fully off, he lunged right into his "executioner's" body, knocking him onto the massive king sized bed. They struggled for a moment until Danny was able to straddle Dash again, but this time, he was 100% intent on getting Dash to screw his brains out. Dash was now fully naked—his shades the only thing that still remained—and Danny was only in a tight shirt and jockstrap. He started grinding his body against the hulking boy under him.

"Have something to say, bitch boy?" Dash questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Why say something when I can do this?" Danny smirked before planting a heated kiss on Dash. Anytime he kissed Dash up to this point, whether it's for a makeout or just because he wants to, he's never been as intense and desperate as he is now. He felt Dash's tongue slip into his mouth and he instantly let him take control. As much as he wanted to be dominant for more than five seconds, he was obsessed with being submissive to his boyfriend. Then, Dash went right to his neck and sucked on the soft skin. When he moved, there was a purple/red mark left on his lover's neck.

"Tell me what you want." Dash whispered lustfully.

"Please… please fuck me. I want it so bad…" Danny whined in between kisses. "Dashi, please… I've been a really bad boy. Punish me. Make sure I don't do it again…"

Dash knew he couldn't say no. After all, they were still playing with each other. He spit on his hand and stroked himself while still kissing Danny. Fuck using lube, he's going in raw. He lined himself up and plunged right into Danny. "FUUUUUCKKKK, that's tight…"

Danny moaned out as loud as he could, only to be silenced by another kiss. "Oh god… you're so big… mmmm, that feels soooooo good inside me…" His mind was completely blank and the only thing he wanted to do was be in this moment.

Dash went slow at first, slowly pumping his hips up as he thrusted into the ghost boy more and more. "Holy shit, baby. You're so tight around me… I'm going to bust if you keep squeezing my dick like this."

"Oh yeah? Then fuck me, cop boy. You know you want to."

Dash immediately stood up and threw Danny down back first. "On your stomach."

Danny pulled his shirt off and did what he was told as fast as possible. He then felt Dash's index fingers pull his jockstrap off, leaving him completely naked, before feeling Dash insert himself almost seconds later. "FUCK, DASH!"

"I know, baby. You asked for it." He chuckled before he started to roughly pound away at Danny's hole.

"Oh my god… Dash, you're soooooo rough. I can't think straight!" Danny cried out as he felt that particular spot being hit. 'OH SHIT, RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE, DASH!"

"Found it… shit, your muscles are really clamping down on me now. Enjoying this?" The quarterback mused.

"I love it so fucking much. Harder, please! Give it to me harder!" Danny felt like he was super defenseless and powerless against Dash, and honestly? He was loving every moment of it.

"Shit, baby. I'm getting close…" Dash grunted, speeding up his thrusts as Danny threw his head back.

"Inside me. Release inside me. I want it all!"

"HERE IT COMES!!!" Dash thrusted one final time, and both cried out in a loud moan as he released himself into Danny. He stilled his body for a moment.

"D-Dash… holy fuck, Dash… you came so much inside me, I can feel it in my stomach~" Danny sighed, lying face down on the bed. He felt his own release come at the same time as Dash's, and he now felt extremely tired.

Dash threw his shades off to the side of his room, and laughed as he laid flat on his back. "Shit, Danny… I've never had such an intense session like that before."

"I can say you won, successfully." The ghost boy said. "I have never felt so good. You can put it on me real heavy."

"And you take it with no problems."

Danny laughed. "Yeah, because I love it."

"That's why you're mine." Dash kissed Danny and smiled.

"Damn right. Up for a shower?"

"Hell yeah."

A/N: Well, damn. That was spicy. Truthfully speaking, I love writing intense and smutty chapters like this because my thoughts can flow more freely, but let's review this chapter really quickly. Danny and Dash are home alone and decide to play a game, which gets heated very fast. I hope they're both ready for what's coming next: the first day of senior year.